Lyrics Funeral Mist

Funeral Mist

Breathing Wounds

Appear! O catastrophe god

For thee only shall I breathe again

Thou beast and angel, intimate foe of all

Forgive me not for I have sinned

Angel of adversity, burden of the world

For thee only shall I drink from myself

Thou pride and anger, demon and god

Forgive me not for I am life... Dirt!

Cleanse me now, bind the flesh,

So that I can receive thy punishment with dignity, with dignity

Make use of me! Make use of this flame,

So that I can receive thy ineffable splendour with dignity, with dignity

Breathing wounds

Living worship

Observe! O catastrophe god

For thee only shall I spare this flesh

Infected tongue of the faceless

Forgive my judge for he is clean

Anti-soul, anti-soul

Receiver's sight reversed and reborn

Anti-flesh, anti-flesh

Imbue me now, let the spirit take form,

So that I can receive thy punishment with dignity, with dignity

Make use of me! Make use of this flame,

So that I can receive thy ineffable splendour with dignity, with dignity